If you're sorry for drinking so much and smelling like a skunk, save your breath...
[ he is just like a child in his arms, and he bullies him into the corner until he's barely visible save maybe whatever curls peek up over his shoulder. he holds him tightly, nuzzling into his hair. the ache is here, has his heart in a vise, and he clutches lu bixing back, closing his eyes. they have lost and they have lost and lost even more.
lu bixing has already lost so much, why should there be more? (lin jingheng does not think about his own loss, he sees himself as someone who should be numb to it all, even as his chest aches.) his hand slides upwards to slowly stroke his cheek, to thumb gently underneath his eyes again and again until finally he pulls his head back, tries to tip his chin upwards. ]
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[ he is just like a child in his arms, and he bullies him into the corner until he's barely visible save maybe whatever curls peek up over his shoulder. he holds him tightly, nuzzling into his hair. the ache is here, has his heart in a vise, and he clutches lu bixing back, closing his eyes. they have lost and they have lost and lost even more.
lu bixing has already lost so much, why should there be more? (lin jingheng does not think about his own loss, he sees himself as someone who should be numb to it all, even as his chest aches.) his hand slides upwards to slowly stroke his cheek, to thumb gently underneath his eyes again and again until finally he pulls his head back, tries to tip his chin upwards. ]
Look at me, Lu Bixing.